Friday, February 27, 2009

kaffeeklatsch




sewingcircle mornings

the click of needles and tongues




threads caught and kept

and made to darn and mend




purse-stitch closures lipsealed

over rents before they grow



the tut of dear good friends

chairs drawn so close they touch
Posted by bruce dorlova at 8:53 AM
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1 comment:

  1. Kristin DombrowskiMarch 3, 2009 at 8:29 PM

    This is a great shape for a poem--it's incredible how much strong language you can get into four cuplets!

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